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There's a place for us,
somewhere a place for us.
Peace and quiet and open air.
Wait for us somewhere.
As I walked home along the beach I came across this ornate chair with the complete lyrics of 'Somewhere' by Leonard Bernstein and Stephen Sondheim written word for word around it all. Surreal!
in the heart of new york’s oculus, light weaves through steel like a modern cathedral’s embrace. two figures, grounded yet small, walk in the space, dwarfed by the sweeping curves and sheer height above. they move in unison, caught in the rhythm of this architectural marvel, each step mirroring the structure’s vastness around them.
When I was posting this seascape on Flickr I was just giving it the title of 'another beautiful sunset'. We seem to have had beautiful vibrant sunsets most days this week. Then the weather forecast came on and the presenter explained:
The clouds are called Sahara Dust clouds;
They appear when the winter sun is lower in the sky;
We see longer wavelength colours; orange, pink and red;
Dust particles in the atmosphere reflect and scatter the light from the sun;
They create vivid reds, oranges, pinks, yellows and purples.
And there's me thinking we just have pretty skies at the moment.
captured within the architectural marvel of the oculus at the world trade center complex in new york city, this image portrays a solitary figure silhouetted against the dramatic backdrop of calatrava's iconic design. the soaring steel ribs, reaching skyward like the wings of a bird, frame the scene, creating a powerful contrast between light and shadow. the interplay of geometric forms and the human element reflects the harmony of movement and structure, embodying both the resilience and elegance of modern urban life.
cast against the wall in morning light, she walks — quiet, unseen, carrying presence in absence. the shape of a mother, a stroller, a gesture. nothing more. and everything.
……… I hope you dance - Lee Ann Womack
This is the newly revitalised Black Rock beach next to the western arm of the harbour wall. This section covers quite a small area but it doesn't look like there will be public access. Not sure how this early morning walker got on there,
a play of light and glass. the wellendorff display reflected in breitling’s window, a person mirrored back into wellendorff’s world. layers of reality blending into each other. who is watching whom?
in the quiet margin of a highway, a pair of pink shoes rests against the weight of a wide sky. there is no movement, no footsteps, no sound — only the memory of presence and the strange stillness that remains. an image that asks more than it answers.
the shoes were set into the existing photo with photoshop and adobe firefly 3.
"If you want your children to be intelligent, read them fairy tales. If you want them to be more intelligent, read them more stories."
- Albert Einstein, theoretical physicist
NB: The area has lots of huge marble stones as places for the children to sit and listen.
she walked like punctuation across the sentence of a shutter. her silhouette wrapped the sun like a warning. portolito above, silence below.
The 125th London to Brighton veteran car run:
www.hagerty.co.uk/articles/events-articles/london-to-brig...
A casual portrait of Richard working as a street maintenance operative on Black Rock. He's stopping for his usual quick break in one of the arches. Like most of the other arches this one has recently been painted over by Graffiti Solutions in grey to cover the latest tagging. And life goes on....
a man stops to tie his shoe. everyone else keeps moving, blurred figures in transit, reflections stretching across the ceiling. the station hums with motion, but in this moment, he is still. münchner freiheit, a pause in the rush.
Life on Black Rock www.flickr.com/photos/chris_marina/albums/72157712711804007
The rough sleepers on and around Black Rock usually pitch up in the arches so I was surprised to see a bright red tent set up in the open. There was also a black fleece and a Sony SRi lying on the path outside of this frame but the tent was empty and there was nobody to be seen.
I got lucky this evening as the starlings were perched on the masts with beautiful orange/peach clouds behind them.
A section of Englands Coastal Path through Black Rock. The area had no public access for the last year.
...... as the sun rises from the bottom of the image the vivid orange begins to disappear and is replaced with a glaring white sunshine, not good for photography.
I loved the little starling at the other end.
under the cold light of a shop window in málaga, a child points — not wildly, not begging — just quietly certain. the dolls above sit like judges, all priced the same, all smiling the same. a grown hand guides from the left, but the child already knows. it’s not about what’s best, it’s about what’s wanted. the moment is short, the light fluorescent, but the reaching — that stays.
in the midst of schiphol airport’s constant motion, a momentary stillness is captured in this scene. an empty chair sits alone, casting its shadow on the patterned wood of the café communal. next to it, the fleeting shadow of a hurried passenger who has no time to sit. this black and white photograph, taken in amsterdam’s bustling airport, beautifully contrasts the quiet anticipation of the empty chair with the ephemeral presence of a traveler in haste. the interplay of light and shadow adds depth to the image, highlighting the transient nature of travel and the brief moments of calm in busy public spaces.
"Whew! Eating is messy business in crane world, especially if you are a little gosling like me learning the ropes of it. Mom and dad tirelessly dig out worms and other protein filled foods from the ground, bring them close to our bills and wait for us to grab and swallow them. It looks so easy when my sister pecks it from their bills, but here I haven't quite figured the process out yet. No worries though as our forever patient parents keep reoffering the same worm to me until I finally get a hold of it and yes, eat it up. Then we move to the next one."
- The Gosling ❤️-
this image captures a fleeting moment where the cityscape of hannoverâs osterstraÃe divides itself into two mirrored worlds. the sharp reflection on the glass façade creates a striking symmetry, making it difficult to discern where reality ends and its reflection begins. the woman walking by, engrossed in her phone, seems unaware that sheâs both here and there, existing in two spaces at once. this juxtaposition of the ordinary and the abstract invites viewers to question the boundaries of perception, as the urban environment transforms into a surreal dance of light, shadow, and reflection.
in the hush between light and shadow, a photographer lifts her camera — not in reflex, but in reckoning. her gaze arcs toward the viewfinder, already composing something just beyond the frame. caught mid-thought, mid-breath, she is both subject and seer. this image holds stillness like a held breath.
I'm thinking of changing the name of this series to 'Life on Black Wreck'. It's been derelict and abandoned for 40+ years but it always had some form of life on it. It's just gloomy and desolate now ;-((((
Loved the ‘Parking is not permitted’ sign neatly displayed in the corner.
the silence in la lonja lingers, pressed between stone and shadow. light spills through the gothic window, carving shapes on the floor, stretching time.
one woman walks, her steps dissolving into darkness. another waits, half-vanished in the sun. neither belong, yet the walls remember them.
outside, the city moves. inside, nothing does.
Diese Bilderserie präsentiert die Ausstellung “Schaukelnde Nester” im Blühenden Barock Ludwigsburg, aufgenommen mit der Fujifilm X-H2. Die Ausstellung, die vom 21. März bis 27. April 2025 in der Orangerie stattfindet, zeigt kunstvoll dekorierte Nester, die Geborgenheit und Zusammenhalt symbolisieren. Diese Installation entstand in Kooperation mit der Klimapartnerschaft durch die Deutsch-Ecuadorianische Gesellschaft e.V.